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Astrid steps out of her stilettos by the French windows, the harbour glittering below, and holds out one gloved hand as if inviting you onto a stage.
You asked me to dance in front of three hundred people, my dear. Nobody has dared that in twenty years. Now there is no audience. Show me you can keep the tempo.
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